Saturday, January 26, 2013

All the days ever after.

My lifelong best friend is engaged!

I honored her on my blog once before,
but once isn't enough.

When I found out she was engaged, I was so excited 
that I cried.

And then, in her honor,
I ate cereal out of a mug.

That's what she'd do at a time like that.

Of course I was thrown into nostalgia.

Because when you're a little kid,
and you have a friend who always wants to be the dog
when you play pretend,

who can draw better than any kid your age should be able to,
who rocks the 90s with a bowl cut,

and when you're older
and you've got a friend who teaches you what ravenous means,
who reads The Outsiders in one day,

whose French name is Fabienne,
who has a Chris Brown birthday cake,
who's the classiest girl at Prom,

who goes to college with you,
and always does the dishes,
and is the only girl on BYU campus to wear Timbs,

you don't know how life is going to turn out 
for this wonderful girl.

The day that the smartest guy in the world 
will propose to her
seems so far in the future.

But one day you wake up and that day is here.

And you realize,
that guy will be by her side for the rest of her life
and their children will be beautiful
and lucky.

This is what loving someone for her whole life
is like.

Angels round about you

I recently spent seven days in a row with a bunch of angels.

We made it through a tsunami
and ended up at a bar.

We learned what it means to be a diva.

We went to Dragon Land and back.

We shot the sheriff, rode mustangs,
and got thrown in jail.

We saved Metro City.

We ate free pie and rode round roundabouts
again and again
while talk in "Russian accent."

So many good day--
in the plural.

Two most attractive apartments in the world.
Minus Katie & Ian.

Saturday, January 5, 2013

There were giants in the earth.

Over Christmas, I read a book.

Really, this is noteworthy for me.

I haven't finished a book since 2011
(besides the Book of Mormon of course).

I picked a title off my reading list for my
"Cultural History of Scandinavia" class 
that I have this semester:

Giants in the Earth by Ole Rolvaag,
a book about Norwegian settlers in the Dakota territory.

I made myself read a little every day,
and soon I loved it.

There was something boring about it,
in a pleasant, intimate way of daily life.

I love those characters
who pushed west to the sunset,
creating their own fairy tale:

Per Hansa
Sorrine & Hans Olsa
little Peder Victorious

From here

I loved them so much that sometimes I got mad at them.

And in the end,
the harsh blizzard took two of their lives,
the vindictive winter "that drank the blood of Christian men
and was satisfied."

I cried on the airplane while I finished the book,
and when I looked out the airplane window,
there was the snow covered prairie,
the very same that murdered my friends.

And I was mad at the land below me as I cried.
And the fact that the book wasn't even real
meant nothing at all.

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Nec minus salutaris quam festiuus.

I want to found a utopian society
where everyone speaks Latin.

Wednesday, January 2, 2013


Well, it happened.

I'm obsessed with Les Miserables.

I was dead set against it.

But this is what I wrote my sister:
"I realized that I have resisted Les Miserables
because I feel like EVERYONE likes it.
And you know how I feel about musicals.
And I feel like people who like it
tend to think they're somethin special.

But I watched the trailer,
and I started tearing up when I saw the dirty French children
running through the streets.

How could I NOT love it?

I mean, I love France,
and revolutions,
and the common man fighting for his place in the world.

I need to be more humble."

And I saw the movie,
and those French revolutionaries did me right in.

Not to mention the themes of sacrifice,
justice and mercy,
and love.

Lesson in humility.

There's no going back.